Maternal Deprivation Poem by Liz Dyer

From 13 months she has grown
But she never felt so much alone
Tormented by the separation of her mother
Losing something, she would've rather smothered
And the woman did the same to her brother

So the promises and love
She let flow through the gutters
She don't know what love is any more
They settle in, then they soar

So she tried to run away from the hurt
The rivers flowed down her shirt
Her words were just a rehearse
"I'm Fine" tattooed and reversed